Alain was sprawled out, naked, on the bed, cock in hand. His boyfriend Leo, a deer and a dear, had just arrived home, bags of shopping in hand; later than usual, but... what to do, for Alain? Help with dinner...? Leo had been the one to get the groceries, so he'd be the one in charge whatever it was to be tonight, but Alain could still lend a hand to it all... but as Leo called out to announce to Alain that he was home, Alain couldn't help but feel a bit too meek at the situation to do anything. Leo would come home to find Alain on the bed, playing with his cock so often, and tonight would be no exception; all so often Alain would have had his mind on this one persistent fantasy he'd had since before he'd met Leo, and, again, tonight would be no exception... Leo, getting no immediate response from his lover to his call, figured himself the scenario that Alain was so timid to reveal. Leo had something special in mind, however, and such a scenario would be the perfect time for him to reveal it. Alain probably wouldn't be able to help but frown at this point, but Leo couldn't help but smile to himself: There was one very special gift he'd just picked up for his boyfriend, which was all about them and which could be revealed at any point, but then another which was all about making this specific fantasy of Alain's real, and for which there'd be no better time than when Alain would be sprawled on the bed, desperately tugging his groin, quite possibly wishing for exactly what Leo was now about to bring to him.

Alain could only stammer out a meek hello as Leo stepped into the bedroom. It was silly for a dignified fox like Alain to be caught naked, playing with himself, even if the one catching him were his lover, and it was incredibly silly that such an event didn't strike either of them as being particularly unusual - but where Alain would feel meek, Leo would feel confident and playful. Responding to Alain's hello at first with just a sly smile, Leo stripped his shirt off over his head, not breaking his stride, and then was about to drop his pants down, too, before - Leo darted a hand to his pocket, and, yup, this something special was there. Barely missing a beat, Leo turned his attention back up toward Alain and then couldn't help his sly smile growing wider, his maintaining eye contact as he lowered himself to a kneel over Alain's naked groin, then: A long, slow lick, from the base of Alain's erect cock to its tip, catching pre and having Leo's lover ease down on the bed with a contented moan; meekness pushed to the back of his mind for the moment, poor Alain just wishing for more. But Leo stopped. Alain looked up and for a moment there was still just that sly smile from his boyfriend. But, then: "Was it /that/ fantasy, babe?"

Alain blushed deeply. It was an embarrassing fantasy to bring up, even with Leo, but... yes... Alain just nodded. Leo had to force out an expression of admonishment at Alain's being so shy about it, if nothing else, but what was really on his mind was simple desire for his partner - plus, the thought of this special something had been turning on since he first got the idea, and here he was with the special something all ready. So, stepping up from his kneeling at the foot of the bed, Leo finally undid his belt and let his pants fall, withdrawing a handkerchief from his pocket as he did so - a magick handkerchief. As a kind of little tease that Alain wouldn't quite get just yet, as Leo pulled his undies off a show was made of waving the handkerchief over the bulge of his cock in them, obscuring Alain's sight of Leo's boy parts until Leo'd had his undies well off - but, then...? Alain might not have gotten it, but he loved it - his cock was only harder than before, seeing his boyfriend strip for him like this. Leaning in, stretching his arms out around Alain's waist from the edge of the bed, and drawing himself into something of a long-distance cuddle, his snout just touching the base of Alain's cock, Leo queried "how'd the fantasy go this time?" Alain still couldn't help getting shy and embarrassed talking about this fantasy even with that prompting, but Leo did really like the way he'd put it - and now, not that Alain knew it yet, but with this fantasy quite possibly about to come true...

Punctuated by the occasional lick of Alain's cock, Leo had this favourite fantasy of his lover's elaborated on for him possibly for the last time before something like it'd be made real: "I didn't really think about the... procedure... of it... this time I just wanted to imagine... their being gone. My being blank down there, a-and the tease that'd come with that... you teasing my blankness; rubbing it and licking it and putting your cock against the place where I wouldn't have a cock, and you... domming me hard, but being happy to fuck me whenever I needed to get off, but also constantly teasing me with the threat of pulling my pants down in public and showing everyone my dicklessness.... and then, um, for a very brief moment, what it'd be like to dom you as a nullo... and what it'd be like to fuck you with a strap-on..." Leo just sat in silence for a moment absorbing all the images his boyfriend had just put forth for a moment; Alain lying back, nervously having to remind himself that, r-right, Leo does actually like this stuff, and then, from Leo (with a bit of nervousness himself): "... you know how I've been looking into magick lately? I've got something very special in my hands here - something to finally bring your fantasy to life." Leo offered the handkerchief he'd been holding up to his lover, actually not entirely sure what his lover was making of the offer. They'd roleplayed this sort of scenario, some element of magic and all, a good few times, and there was the possibility that he'd think this were just pretend as well, but... no, Alain would know. "It's an enchanted cloth. It removes things... just like that," Leo let out, raising a hand for a coy gesture toward Alain's throbbing wiener.

Sitting up straight, but then letting the handkerchief just dangle from his hands, above his belly, Alain slowly brought himself to ask "... just like that, honey?" "Just like that." Leo responded."Wrap it around a dangly and that dangly will disappear. Just like you'd wanted for so long." Alain gulped, but his cock throbbed at his thinking about it - his cock throbbed at his thinking of that cock disappearing forever. "... but the magick is really that simple?" "Well, the complex part's done. All that's left is..."

"Okay." Alain let the handkerchief fall on to his cock and then drape from his cock - a wet spot visible immediately on the handkerchief at his cock's tip. ... but could he really do it? What would not having a penis any more even be like...? Would it really be... fun... without anything ever throbbing down there again...? (In response to this dilemma, his cock twitched; the wet spot on the handkerchief grew.) W-well, if there's magick to make a penis disappear, there'd have to be magick to make a penis reappear too, right...? Alain looked up at Leo dumbly, hoping (dumbly, again) for reassurance. "Well, it won't wrap itself around that shaft you want gone. Grasp your cock, twist... then you'll never have to worry about anything involving your cock again." Alain gulped again - awed. "You'll be nice and cute down there - without the lewd bulge of a penis you wouldn't have uncomfortable erections ever bothering you again; you wouldn't have to worry anymore about jerking off or about getting itchy there or about having a certain dangly thing poking out of your underwear..." Alain was just looking at Leo in bliss at this point - he really would get lost in the fantasy of it very easily, and, hey, Leo would get lost in this fantasy of Alain's himself sometimes.

Still, Leo was generally the one who'd let his mind waver the least out of the two of them, but... leaning over, whispering into Alain's ear, he couldn't help but continue: "Think of the naughty parts of it, too. Girls' panties, all the time. A certain absence of a bulge that anyone you pass by might be able to notice. Getting you into bed and frotting against your dicklessness. Think of having to sit down to pee, now that instead of a penis for that you'll just have a little, sexless opening, nestled between your legs. Think of someone seeing you naked and having to ask ask themselves 'is that a boy? It can't be a boy. It hasn't got a penis.' Imagine such a person, not quite knowing what to make of you, deciding to solve the matter by just groping you down there. Imagine their probing fingers not finding an answer, either, tracing over fur with only smooth skin underneath - except, of course, for that little, sexless opening. No cock, and not a vag down there either, just the tiniest orifice in place of any kind of sex organ - barely good for sounding. Dickless. Sexless. Even with a pair of balls still dangling down there, having given up your cock you'd just be completely sexless.  And remember: You're giving that up right now. You're really about to lose your penis forever. You'll really get to be my neutered, sexless pet."

Alain's cock was the hardest it might have ever been. Alain himself had his hands around his cock (and his gaze firmly on the base of his cock, now), although not quite with the magick handkerchief wrapped all the way around it. Leo had said to Alain that the complex part was over, but... magick wasn't... magic. If the two of them just let themselves be caught in rapture, never actually doing anything, Leo couldn't help thinking, the enchantment could eventually just fade away. Leo hadn't thought of it as he was first getting everything in place, but he might be the one to make the move in the end here... "Need me to take over...?" Leo asked, gently poking the tip of Alain's cock (the point of the handkerchief just above it now very damp) with the end of a finger.

Alain snapped from his thoughts, turned to face Leo again - not so dumbly, this time. Now there was a determination in Alain's eyes that Leo wouldn't expect anyone but Alain to be able to have in regard to losing one's manhood. "I'll get rid of this thing. It really would be nice for you to do the honours for me, but I think if it's my little guy I have to be the one to send him off." Still, Alain hesitated. What suddenly came to his mind was that wonderful, warm, spongy feeling of the skin of his penis; the bump of that little cleft of the foreskin just under his glans, and that bit just to the right where if you got your finger underneath the foreskin it felt better just rubbing that one point than anything... He paused. Leo hesitated - he... this... wasn't a bad idea, was it...? But, from Alain: "What if we do it together?" Alain motioned for Leo to put his hands around Alain's cock one last time, and Leo happily (not to mention with no small amount of relief) obliged.

"Okay, count to three...?" Alain and Leo's hands were touching, lovingly, circled around the magic handkerchief covering Alain's cock; Leo leaning over. "Wait" Leo interjected, and then, rising up and leaning over, planted a kiss on Alain's forehead, letting his head just rest there against his boyfriend afterwards. "Now." "One. Two. Three." Alain and Leo twisted the handkerchief, slowly, circling their hands around Alain's penis; wrapping the handkerchief further and further; constricting Alain's penis more and more; putting more weight into it as they strained to stretch the handkerchief any further - Leo very soon having to get out of his leaning position and kneel himself straight up at the end of the bed to keep going. Then Leo felt something curious: Just as gradually, he found himself straining less and less; his boyfriend's cock... slowly... giving way... Then, before he knew it, the two of them were holding on to nothing more than a handkerchief. With both of them looking down on Alain's groin from above, neither of them could actually see it past the handkerchief at that point - Alain then realised what must have happened, let go of his side of the handkerchief, and then Leo was the only one without a view of Alain's genital region.

"Genital region" was cutting it close, Alain would liked to have been calm enough to properly note. He no longer had his full set of genitalia. It had really happened.  This magic handkerchief had erased his manhood. He'd so often imagined not having his tackle any more, but now... he really had no penis. Looking down on his crotch there were his familiar boy balls still dangling as usual, but, impossibly, no dick to go with them. No trace of a sex above them. The only thing reminiscent of a penis there now was a large amount of pre matting his crotch fur - plain, white fur, with just smooth, pink skin beneath - where moments ago he'd had a proud, throbbing member to stroke; to tug on - to call his own.

He didn't have a stiffy to prove it, but Alain was the horniest he might have ever been. He couldn't have a stiffy to prove it, but Alain was desperate for Leo to suck his cock... to plough him... to rub and lick the sexless space he had where a male would have a cock until he could be certain of himself that he really had just been unmanned.

Leo had just dropped his end of the handkerchief at this point, and was now in a similar state of awe. Alain had really been emasculated. His boyfriend was missing his boy parts. But... he hadn't realised it until this point with all the attention having been on his boyfriend's cock... the cock that his boyfriend no longer had... but Leo was incredibly horny himself. Still... his boyfriend was really sans penis, and the presence of his own penis, there jutting out from his own groin now just in front of Alain's face, only made that all the more amazing. "L-look at how hard my cock is, Alain, babe..."

Oh, that's right. Leo had a penis. Alain promptly got to greedily sucking it down.

"Maybe we could have put 'em up against each other, babe, under that handkerchief... erased them both so then we'd both be each other's dickless, sexless pets." Leo had an evil look in his eyes, Alain half saw with his mind busy on servicing that tool of his boyfriend's that he no longer had a counterpart to. "But, no, don't worry. Too late. I'm the one with the penis. You're my pet. I'm your master. I'm a male - I've got a hard, drooling cock to prove it. You don't even really have anything to play with at all down there. You're my wired, genderless buttslut of a pet, put into permanent chastity by your own biology." Leo lowered a hand to his pet's groin - still expecting to find a needy, pulsating shaft there, really, just as on any night before, but, then - fur. Plain fur running down from his belly button to his dangling boyballs, now missing the organ the boyballs were always just meant to accompany. Alain jumped at the touch. He didn't feel anything like what he'd feel having his penis touched - and that... that absence of feeling... Leo brought his other hand up to his squirming pet's chin, comfortingly, then with a hand still on Alain's groin squeezed his needy sack, making Alain jump with the shock of an excess of sensation rather than the shock of an absence of sensation. "Poor pet. Make your master cum and then together we'll look into what a sexless pet can still do for itself."

When Leo did cum, spraying seed down Alain's throat, a bittersweet thought passed through his head - he wouldn't ever get to experience the other end of that again, would he...? He was thankful for sexual desperation washing out of his head at that point - that sort of angst he could solve for himself in time, but if he were desperate for a cock to suck, right now... Alain was desperate for a cock to do anything with. He - it - really was Leo's wired, chaste pet, stuck in the worst kind of chastity there was.  A Leo in afterglow, however, looked down on a squirming, desperate Alain, still dutifully suckling from his softening cock, and then all he could think was that he'd get his dear boyfriend in need to orgasm. Penis or no penis, his wonderful boyfriend would cum.

"ait. I'e sill ot ome cum i my outh. ou gota swa it wi e. e'll o hat eery time i suck you now tha ou an't su e." Leo didn't understand. Alain brought himself up into a passionate kiss with his lover, then the two fell back onto the bed together and into a cuddle. Thoughts of anything but the sheer romantic bliss of the afterglow suddenly left his mind. Leo nearly fell asleep before a meek, shuddered voice came out from underneath. "P-please get me off... s-somehow, you gotta relieve this tension..." Uselessly, Alain was pulling and tugging on his lone boyballs; squirming beneath Leo. "I-it doesn't work...!" Alain soon cried, "j-just tugging on my balls doesn't work! Of course tugging on a pair of balls doesn't work, and they're all I've got now!" Leo couldn't help but let a bit of amusement sneak into his voice with his response to his boyfriend's pouting: "Maybe you just need a lover's touch. Remember how you could never got off from buttstuff until I stepped in? Let me just make my way over here..." Leo pushed himself up to position his head over his boyfriend's penisless groin "... and soon enough you'll know for sure that, just like you'd always think to yourself, you never really needed a penis to begin with." Leo's head traced over the spot where Alain had only a matter of minutes ago had a cock jutting out from, and Alain was then, suddenly, really desperate to force Leo's mouth down onto a penis that, again, he longer had. What this resulted in, to only the mild surprise of both parties, was Leo getting a mouthful of crotch fur. "Dumbass!" Leo bit down on the crotch fur he'd had his head pushed into, and for that moment at least Alain was very grateful that he didn't have anything jutting out from there. "Still..." Leo gave a long lick up the bare fur that stretched up from Alain's balls, "it's so cute how there's no kind of lewdness to this now. You're so innocent down here." Leo kissed his boyfriend's denuded groin, then turned his attention toward what Alain still had underneath - grasping Alain's boyballs lewdly; a finger still on the blank space above them.

"Huh." Leo stated with a very forced flatness as he cupped and prodded his lover's sack. "What?" was the response of his lover, in a more irritatedly flat tone. "You're definitely not going to be peeing standing up ever again." Alain was tempted to poke his lover somewhere sensitive with a paw. "You think? I haven't got a cock." Leo then reached around to the back of Alain's sack and - it was sticky. "Oh, hey, you're wet like a girl back here." Pre coated Leo's fingers, and there was dried pre having run down Alain's legs and around near his butt, too. Leo lifted Alain's balls up (there was a lot more room to move the sack around in without a shaft blocking its path upward) and... "You might not have a cock, but you'll never guess what you do have around the back of your boyballs." A tiny, seemingly sexless orifice, just like Leo had described to Alain (like what must have been the focus of this fantasy of Alain's at least a few times, surely), small enough to be covered entirely (and then some) by a finger, nestled between Alain's legs, tucked behind his boy balls. Precum was still dribbling from it now (despite Leo's best efforts to just annoy his cockless boyfriend), and with that Leo couldn't help but lick. Alain's legs closed in around Leo's head immediately as Alain began squirming once again, a hand making its way down for him to play with his lone boyballs with renewed vigor and another moving toward his nipples - except, Alain could be putting Leo in his place here. The legs around Leo's head squirmed less; squeezed more. The hand that was going toward Alain's nipples instead started making its way down for him to encourage his sexed, male, penisful pet onwards in his licking, first with pats of the head and then, reaching over, with strokes of the rod his pet had between his legs. His pet wouldn't get hard this soon after cumming, but Alain was sure his pet would love having his penis receive the attention anyway.

"I'm going to cum, Leo." The tone was straightforward - authoritative; the kind of thing that made Leo melt in bed as Alain's little doe. Leo wrapped his lips around his master's new orifice, licking gently, still lapping up pre and squirming himself at his master's ministrations of what he himself didn't need in owning his pet, and then (with Alain's sack being left to flop on to his pet's face), spurting from the tiny, sexless opening: Virile male seed, as though from the throbbing penis Leo'd removed from his boyfriend's body, coming from a tiny orifice hidden beneath where he was supposed to have a penis; tucked between his legs. Leo /had/ to swallow the cum down, but... another sloppy kiss with a mouthful of cum for Alain. To get him back.

The two then quite contentedly cuddled up in each others' afterglow, sweaty and at least for the moment  exhausted; balls touching balls; cock touching crotch fur. Leo was content to let Alain fall asleep in his arms when Alain found his thoughts drifting first to his dicklessness (and the contentedness he'd found he had with his dicklessness... just having that space above his balls rubbed against by Leo's cock as they cuddled was really very relaxing, without any of the... tension... that having a naked cock rubbed there would bring for him if he still had one himself, and it really would be very convenient never having to deal with an inappropriate or uncomfortable erection again...) and then to the now discarded handkerchief that had made all of this happen. The handkerchief had been dropped just on the bed beside them and, now, picking it back up again to get a good look at it... (maybe it'd have moonrunes on it, or something written in one of those elaborate con-scripts that one of those grass-roots think-tanks on memetics would come up with...?)

"Wait... isn't this the cloth you have in the box a ring comes in? There's even a jewelry brand logo printed on it, isn't there? Y-you bought me..."
"My wonderful boyfriend, too inquisitive for his own good."
"Are you...?"
"Surprise. You have to squeeze me real tight before anything's confirmed, though."

The hug that followed between Leo and his transformed lover was a very, very tight one. Then Leo rose - insisting that he prepare dinner; it'd be his special treat for Alain. They ate, and then the other special gift of the night was finally (properly) revealed: Alain (badly) feigned surprise at receiving an engagement ring; badly feigned not having been in absolute reverie with his love for Leo; was genuinely surprised when his personal reverie was broken by a deep, passionate kiss from his fiance.